It was a dark and gloomy night in Mystic Falls, perfect for witches like yourself to sulk around in the graveyard and cast your spells.

The moon was out, but it was just a sliver and did nothing to illuminate the town in all its glory. But, you could still see the lights from the Salvatore boarding house a mile or so away.

Suddenly, you hear a voice behind you "Hello there, baby sibling" Damon fucking salvatore, your oldest brother